Page 68 of My Fight


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"You like it?"

"Do I like it? Fuck, Kenna, you are . . . you’re . . . fuck, there are no words for how gorgeous you are."

I wrapped my hand around her, leaned down, and kissed her like it was our last kiss.

When I released my mouth from hers, I said, "We need to go now, or we're never leaving."

With a laugh, Kenna grabbed my hand, and we headed out of our house and to the car that was waiting to take us to the awards. As I opened the door for her, she turned slightly to me.

"Ryan, just so you know," she whispered. "I have no panties on."

Fuck me!

EPILOGUE

MACKENNA

Part One . . .

Ryan took my arm, guiding me out of the car and onto the red carpet. He brought his hand to my lower back, guiding me through the flashes from the cameras and sports reporters, as well as gossiping about the reporters who lined the carpet.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I was never expecting all this. I knew MMA fighting was popular and a legitimate sport, but I never grasped that it would be this well-known.

"Relax, baby," Ryan whispered in my ear, "We'll be inside in a minute."

True to his word, we made it inside the arena quickly.

As we entered the large room filled with round tables draped with tablecloths and full-place settings, there was a large stage where I assumed the awards would be presented.

Ryan and I were greeted by one of the many hostesses guiding people to their seats. She was dressed in a long black dress that flowed around her legs as she walked us to the table labeled Micky's Gym.

When we arrived at the table, Finn came over and hugged and kissed me. The moment I took my seat, I saw Chrissy.

Damn, she was gorgeous in her red dress, but then again, my best friend always look good.

Looking around the table, I noticed Conor was not there.

"Where's Conor?" I asked no one in particular.

I swallowed the lump in my throat when I noticed Finn and Chrissy looking at each other. They both had worried looks on their faces.

"He isn't here yet," Finn stated.

"What do you mean he isn't here? He was bringing Chrissy." As I looked at Chrissy, I continued, "How did you get here? I don't understand. Why would Conor not be here?"

"He never came to pick me up, and I was getting nervous because he hadn't answered any of my texts throughout the day, so I called Finn, and he came and got me," Chrissy answered.

My face snapped to Finn. "Where is he, Finn?"

I saw his eyes glide over to Ryan with concern. "I have no idea where he is, but calm down, Mick. He'll be here. There's no way he would miss this."

I tilted my head in question but decided Finn was right. There was no possible way that Conor would miss this. He had worked so hard to get the gym where it was now. This was a huge accomplishment for all of them.

He will be here.

Our table slowly started to fill up with fighters from our gym, and conversation flowed as well as the drinks.

An amazing dinner was served, and by the time dessert came, speakers started to take to the stage. After several people, whom I had no idea about in the MMA world other than the fact they were important, awards began to be announced. After each award was announced, the knot in my stomach grew.

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